There I stood, butt-naked, chatting casually with my spray tan technician about my recent trials and tribulations in trying to get pregnant. We’d been trying for months I shared. We’d pro-actively gone to the fertility doctor to get informed and discuss potential options, continued to try on our own, moved forward with fertility testing, tried some more, then finally had our sit down with the doctor to learn that we’d have roughly a 6% chance of conceiving naturally. Based on all the information the doctor had gathered about us, he believed medically we were an ideal case for IVF. I shared this news with her optimistically. Enthusiastically even. If you’re wondering who on earth shares this much and this kind of personal information with…